i agree with paul: can't quite believe it's been a year since EJ's death. how odd.
i wasn't close to EJ, but i think all of us who knew him and his inimitable quirks (really: these quirks were works of quirk art) found, and still find, ourselves thinking about him at random moments. (for me, usually moments related to drunkenness, candy, loyalty, or superhuman eating speed.)
and while this didn't happen at school, the experience, combined with my time as an ra, made me realize just how badly overstressed (not to mention stigmatized) mental health programming at colleges is. i couldn't help wondering at times whether things might not have turned out differently with EJ if he had had either better care or the emotional tools to tell someone that he was in trouble.